January 21, 2011

See No Weevil, Hear No Weevil

Right before Christmas, my husband noticed a bug on the wall of the pantry. Whereas I am of the mindset, "Bugs Happen*" and I take care of them when I can, bugs make him bat crap crazy. (*exception to my rule is roaches. Roaches should absolutely NEVER happen under any circumstances. Ever. And I can't take care of them. That's why I'm married. It's in the contract, "open jars, get things off high shelves, and kill roaches.)

Bugs to my husband are a sign of filth. Bugs to me are a sign that something should not be out or I have a tree touching the house. My house is not filthy, although my floors are currently. I figure if I find the root cause of the bugs, I can take care of it from there, but chances are they aren't going to kill me, so I'll get to it when I can.

And on a sidenote, we RARELY have bugs. If we have anything, it has been ants. And once we had termites. That was scary... in particular as we have wood floors...

So when my husband found this little black bug, I didn't have my glasses on, but immediately thought, "Crap. Not termites!", but then my blood ran a little cold and I thought, "If this is a new brand of baby roach, I'm going to freak..."

But there was no reason for EITHER of those and my husband tore through the pantry with a vengeance.

Day after day, I could hear him in the pantry muttering and cursing under his breath, kind of like that Dad in The Christmas Story, every time he goes into the basement to fix the heater.

I ignored it. The bug thing was his deal, I'd decided it wasn't termites or roaches and I'd get to it when I could. All my food was mostly closed up in tupperware containers. Bugs happen... protect your food.

On Wednesday I was home waiting for a repairman and I got into one of my 'clean/throw it all away' moods and decided to tackle the pantry and also to find the source of my husband's angst.

And that is when I decided... we have a boll weevil problem.

Out went ANYTHING in a box... all pastas, crackers, any old food that has just been sitting there shoved in a corner, I emptied out 1/2 my pantry. Gone.

My husband came home and I said, "We have a boll weevil issue..."

He said, "No. Weevils are tiny little bugs..."

To which I replied, "Fine. Let me show you..." and I went on-line and pulled up a huge picture of a boll weevil to show him... and to prove me right.

He looked at the screen and said, "Wow. I think you're right..."

And I am.

After dinner, as he was in the pantry noticing how it was completely cleaned out and looking for boll weevils, he said, "How in the world did you decide it was boll weevils?"

I just shook my head and said, "Please. I'm from Pensacola, FL. We are but just 2 hours from Enterprise, Alabama, Home of the Boll Weevil Monument..."

I had to explain to him about the monument and then added, "I marched down the streets of Enterprise when I was in band, during some Parade, probably for boll weevils. Once you see that monument, you don't forget what a frickin' boll weevil looks like..."

Maybe it's a Southern thing, this complete understanding not only of what a boll weevil is, but of it's great significance in American history, because my Jersey Boy husband had no idea of exactly what a boll weevil looked like whereas I pretty much new immediately. As soon as I put my glasses on...

Now he knows too.

Posted by Boudicca at January 21, 2011 09:42 PM

Great...now I have to go look up what the heck a Boll Weevil looks like....

Posted by: Rave at January 21, 2011 11:04 PM

I just put l-inks! (Stupid spam thing won't let me write the word...)

Posted by: Bou at January 21, 2011 11:23 PM

2 years ago we got those. They ended up in weird places in our house. It took me a year to really make them gone. Sucks.

Posted by: vwbug at January 22, 2011 07:09 AM

Sounds like a good excuse to get a flame-thrower.

Posted by: Yabu at January 22, 2011 08:05 AM

I have no idea what they look like. I have had those worm things invade my flour (one assumes they were shipped with the flour at the time of packing since they were in the bag when I opened it). But I've never seen a weevil. Ick.

Posted by: Teresa at January 23, 2011 06:03 PM

What the heck is a boll weevil doing out and about in the winter (oh, i forget, it doesn't get that cold where you are as a general rule) and not in a cotton patch? Hasn't it heard of the Boll Weevil Eradication Program? I chopped cotton as a youngster (HATED IT) and tromped cotton as an adult (HATED IT, TOO).

Posted by: Tina at January 23, 2011 10:06 PM

Tina- Funny you should say that. My Dad and I are having an ongoing discussion about what I have in my pantry. He said it's a wheat weevil, but my weevils are too fat for that. It has been decided that my weevils are fat from all the pasta and therefore only LOOK like boll weevils, but are in fact, very well fed wheat weevils...


Posted by: Bou at January 23, 2011 10:10 PM

I've had various bug infestations. The problem is that for any given box you don't know if its infested until you open it. So when I get worried, I put things that MIGHT have infestations in the freezer. That seems to kill them, and eventually I move the food out of the frig.

Posted by: Carl Brannen at January 24, 2011 01:22 AM